The end of the day—about nine in the evening. The sound of the night birds starting their soft calls—
Anam Cara (Gaelic): Soul Friend Someone we share a profound bond with that transcends time and space. The friend we turn to for wisdom, guidance, clarity, and deeper understanding.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
WHAT!!!?
More like WHO? Is THAT!
That is Mocha…Mom’s fur nephew. He is just a puppy. Part Poodle and Sheepdog—a Sheepadoodle!
WOW! He is FAST!
Yes, he is!
TLC and Boo Berry with Mocha
High strong winds
Packing 65 M.P.H. Gusts
So big and full of dirt
You can actually see the sun.
Sigh!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sunday night a huge wind/potential rainstorm came rolling into our area.
Monday the sky was heavy with low clouds and the air sharp enough to make a person think of January.
The weather people said rain, but (right here) we didn’t see any.
Just smothering dust.
Hopefully, we will start to warm up again. I’m ready for the winter and it’s chill to just be a memory.
🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When Gray Light Separates the Black Land from the Sky, and the moon is still making its way toward the western edge of the earth
There is a rush to hurry, hurry home.
Hurry, before the farmers/irrigators see you. HURRY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
So why keep on sweeping the floor, washing the windows, vacuuming the rugs?
When there are so many more things to accomplish…’stuff’ to add to the tiny little cubbyholes of my mind.
Things that cannot be committed to paper
Those tiny spots, of which, if we will just stop and ‘see, will creep over us; tiptoe into our memory banks,
Fill up our wonder…then when old age creeps in, and the body can no longer preform…then those small precious celebrations will spill out in brightly colored heaps, reminding us of yesteryear.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The wind shredded the clouds late last evening, leaving the setting sun to send streaks of color through the spaces in the racing cirrus.
The farm and the farm yard were quiet, but in a way of gratitude; from life giving water, and for the burst of sunshine coming from the descending sun.
Walking outside I breathed deeply…taking in big draughts of fresh, wet air. The sun, the leaving storm, the sweet smell of green plants, the thick odor of fresh turned earth; all interlaced with the smell of the storm; a subtle hint of lingering ozone.
Here I stood in all the elements of power, and goodness, and beauty.
Twilight was rising from farm to the plateau, then onto the canyons in the west. Night started swallowing the ground, but still Boomer and I stayed; walking along the muddy farm roads watching the earth join the brilliance of the evening sky!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The days always seem so L.O.N.G. when the skies are dreary and gloomy and grey…even the sitting sun could only lighten up the misty, dripping clouds a tad. But I suppose a tinge of sunshine is better than no sunshine. 🙂
Terry has become worried that seed corn has rotted in the ground, we see nothing sprouting out there. Later on today we will go out and check. If it has rotted then he will have to re-buy the seed and replant. A very costly thing to have to do, but very necessary.
The little bird from yesterday’s drenching rain post
Is a Bullock Oriole. So far this year I have two pair. I’ve tried sitting out oranges and grape jelly, which everyone assures me they love, but the jelly gets hard and the oranges dry up.
Instead the little feathered friends are sharing the Hummingbird feeders with the Hummingbirds. I have about eight hummers now–I’m thinking that is four pair. I have six feeders out, and could possibly add another one. But I’m not in a hurry—if the food starts going away faster then I will put out another feeder or two. (I use 1 part sugar to 4 parts water, if you are interested.)
Today we have sunshine. Sunshine sure brings joy to my soul.
Your friend on a soggy, but sunny day, farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 